>> back in aleppo, the sun has set, and the streets start to empty. the power was cut days ago. as night falls, the dark and damp consumer the city. the few who do remain outside are still queueing for bread. they have been shelled and shot at, and as winter set in, they are cold, hungry, and desperate. normal life has been suspended. families hunkered down on building sites and in empty schools. railings for a washing line. a classroom for all home. refugees in their own city, where children sleep by candlelight, huddled together by war. it is hard not to think that they, too, are under siege.